There, out in the darkness, a fugitive running {commanderschntgaispock}
It had started out as a normal day, The Doctor having set the TARDIS in orbit around a burning up star to charge her up a bit - plus he hated missing burning up stars, they were beautiful and only happened every 100 thousand years. The star had been doing beautifully too, then all of a suddenly the TARDIS had lurched, almost throwing him from his sitting position into space, bright out the open doors. He’d scrambled up very quickly as she’d let out a bone-shuddering groan, the Timelord pulling the doors closed and hurrying up to the console to tap away at the scanner, trying to figure out what was going on. The TARDIS gave another lurch and the the sun exploded in a bright array of light, the sonic boom sending them flying backwards. That didn’t last long though because that same star was soon dragging them spinning right into a rippling black hole.
“Come on, Old Girl,” The Doctor muttered, rushing around the console, trying to get them out of the gravity well they were now being pulled into. “NonononoNO!” he cried out as the TARDIS suddenly felt like it was being pulled apart from the seams, the machine whining in a high pitched way before there was silence. At first he wondered if he was dead, but as he clapped his hands over his chest and looked around he realised they were fine. But how was that even possible?! Everything that got pulled into a black hole was ultimately crushed. Sure there was theories that it could turn into a worm-hole or have something on the other side, but that’s all they were theories. He’d been traveling through space for far to long to believe a theory.
Grabbing at the viewing screen, The Doctor saw nothing but deep space. When he turned the scanner on, it couldn’t tell him where they were. Strange. Instead of worrying about it, the Doctor instead entered some co-ordinates that he knew and pulled the flight lever, the TARDIS letting out a whine and then entering the time vortex only to jump out seconds later, spiraling toward what seemed to be a ship being attacked by two other ships.
Tapping in more co-ordinates, he decided that the TARDIS had obviously brought him here for a reason and instead landed the ship onto the ship being attacked, thinking that he might as well help now that he was there. The ship materialized in what looked to be a corridor, the TARDIS’ engines giving a low hum of approval as he rushed to the doors, pulling them open only to be faced with emergency lights and humans running in all directions. He watched them at first, following them with his eyes before he stepped out and closed the doors to his ship, locking it and dragging his sonic screwdriver from his pocket, scanning the area in front of him. It was funny, his sonic couldn’t tell him a lot about this place, it was as if the TARDIS herself was confused.